Ordinary fantasy adventure in Faerûn

Chapter 29 The magic sound penetrates the brain
  After starting the engine, Nohill discovered a hidden storage cabinet next to the engine.

23 soul coins, three blank purgatory parchments, two blood stones and a carnelian were found from inside. These three gems are estimated to be sold for more than 100 gold coins.

"It's such a bumper harvest. I haven't gotten more than half of what I harvested this time for nearly a year."

"It's worth celebrating, but there will be plenty of time later, and now it's time to run away."

Put all these things into the bag, turn around and leave the engine room.

After closing the door to the captain's room, he walked through the people in the corridor and came to the deck. At a glance, he saw Ska studying those hell ballistae.

Each of them has been captured by this thing before, and they are familiar with it, and now they have discovered the characteristics of these ballistae.

These four cannons have undoubtedly undergone special modifications. The first two placed at the front of the car can only be equipped with catching nets, and the last two can only be equipped with stabbing spears.

After the capture net is launched, the captured creatures will be dragged directly to the preparation storage room through the winch under the ballista and the gap reserved in advance to accommodate the iron chain. The entire design can be said to be very exquisite, and the following It's just an ordinary catching spear, and its power seems to have been deliberately lowered.

Scar discovered this, and he is now using the wrench found on the deck to tighten the key buckle and adjust the power back to the strength that a normal ballista should have.

"It's really interesting. This design is completely designed to catch slaves. Hahaha, I can't wait to use this evil creation to entertain those evil beasts."

There was a smile on his lips. There was no doubt that this was the purest smile, full of malice that almost overflowed.

He was once a paladin who adhered to the path of devotion, but now revenge for the entire city is the source of his strength.

The honors and principles he once adhered to have long since disappeared with the fallen city. In order to fight against his enemies and the evil spirits, he is willing to use all means and means!
  Nohill could tell he was in a good state, and to be honest, he wasn't sure it was any good.

Some people say that hatred is a good thing and makes people feel energetic.

Some people say that the anger of revenge can burn people to the point of confusion.

But... regardless of revenge or not, it is the choice of the person involved. How can Nohir have the right to persuade him? After all, strictly speaking, they have just met.

Unless they are destined to take risks together in the future, but to be honest, Nohill is still so vague about the future path.

Before this, he didn't even know whether to get involved in the operation to save Eltoril.

Although these two recent successful battles have given Nohill a certain degree of confidence, he actually knows very well...

If you really pursue hell through that sun, your life or death will be completely out of your hands.

Shaking his head to get rid of the tedious thoughts, Nohir shouted to Scar.

"Ska, it's time for us to go. I've figured out how to start this car. The deck is very empty. You guys need to hold on."

Scar gestured to Nohir to indicate that he had heard.

Then he called to the forest again, and soon two little squirrels climbed up from under the car.

"Did you notice anything unusual? Mumu."

"Squeak, no, I didn't hear the sound, I didn't see the monster, there was nothing."

There are no pursuers...

"We were lucky. That guy Baffo turned out to be an arrogant fool. He didn't use this helmet to inform other devils before I came down. Now the last worry is gone."

He didn't know Baffo's motive for what he did, but he guessed that in the eyes of the devil, it might be a very shameful thing for a hunter to be killed by his prey.

If you tell other devils about this matter, then this shame will be used by evil spirits to say bad things to your superiors, and a sin of unfavorable performance will be directly placed on him.

On the contrary, as long as he takes care of the intruders, the three devils who have died and returned to hell will become insignificant. Their deaths will only be judged as their incompetence, and will not involve Baffo himself.

"...It's really a sick hell system. If the entire army is annihilated, wouldn't it be the same as it is now?" He complained silently while starting the hell chariot.

The chariot roared with Nohir's movements, and the tracks began to shake slowly, and then gradually climbed forward, picking up speed in just a few seconds.

As a novice driver on the road, Nohir only dared to use the lowest gear. The accelerator lever of this chariot had five levels, but even the lowest gear exceeded 30 mph, and there were trees everywhere beside him. The screams in the furnace also made him uneasy and amplified his road phobia.

The two little squirrels Mumu and Guozi were rolling around crazily with their heads in their hands. Nohir couldn't stand it anymore and stuffed them into his bag.

But Nohir could only steer the steering wheel, carefully avoiding the trees, and endure the magic sound piercing his brain as he arduously moved forward.

All in all, after being tortured by this broken car for nearly an hour, accompanied by shrill screams, they finally rushed out of the forest and looked at the Jonsa River in the distance. Nohir directly faced the car underneath him. The broken car roared.

"I take back what I said before! This damn broken car! Even if someone gives me 10,000 gold coins, I will tell him to get as far away as possible!"

Che: “Ahhhhh!!!”

The car's engine was still making a shrill wail. Nohir didn't know if his soul could feel pain, but his own eardrums definitely felt pain! And it hurts so much! !
  Ska also covered his ears and walked over. He was also tortured by the sound. Other ordinary people were even worse. This chariot specially built for the devils in hell was not something ordinary people could ride and drive for a long time.

"Nohir! We should be almost there from the forest! Can we go down this road by ourselves?"

Scar shouted to Nohir loudly, and he responded with the same voice.

"Okay! I'll find a place to stop this old car!"

It's not enough to stop. If we continue driving, everyone in the car will suffer from neurasthenia or more serious complications.

Mumu and Guozi had already fainted. They knelt down and begged Nohir to knock them out. Nohir also controlled his strength and gave them a sweet sleep.

When the car finally stopped, the people in the car almost crawled down. After everyone got out, Nohill drove this huge source of noise pollution alone and found a hidden forest to get into.

Putting the Hellfire Needle away in his bag, Nohir turned around and left. He never wanted to see this broken car again!

But Nohill had just taken two steps resolutely, but then he slowly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the broken car. Nohill once again let out a desperate cry.

"Damn, I can't just ignore it. If I sell this thing to Baldur's Gate, it will cost at least 10,000 gold coins! But where can I hide such a big iron lump?"

He looked at the traces left by the huge track. It was extremely difficult to completely hide the traces of this thing. He was not a high-level druid!
  But he really couldn't bear to continue torturing his ears, just when Nohir was in a dilemma, and when ten thousand gold coins were about to slip between the gold coins and his ears.

A familiar and steady voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Maybe I can help you. What are you worried about? Little Nohir."

This voice is!
  "Master Harsin! Why are you here?"

The visitors were none other than the leader of the Green Woodland, the high-level druid of the Moon Society, and Master Harsin, who could be called Nohir's adoptive father.

Harsin is a wood elf, but he has a strong physique that makes ordinary wood elves intimidated. Although he is a druid by profession, Nohir has always doubted Harsing's physique and strength even if he does not transform into an animal form. No less than myself.

He was wearing a gorgeous robe woven for him by nature, and his face was smeared with the oil paint that symbolized Druidry. His generous face was full of a kind expression, and a claw mark on his face did not affect his temperament. He looked like he was in the prime of life, but It also reveals the wisdom that only the elderly possess.

"Since an hour ago, the forest has been sending warnings to me. There is an evil creature constantly walking through the forest, disturbing the peace of nature."

"I used the fifth-level druid spell, [asked nature] to check, but found you."

"Kid, what's going on? What did you bring?"

Nohir sighed and said slowly.

"Bad news, Master, very, very bad news."

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